By: SYRE
Oink oink, gobble gobble, what the hell is that?!
That�s just a fat, mother eater named Matt
I wasn�t gon� say nothin�, but since y�all wanna talk smack
I�ma leave y�all freaks with a full-blown attack!
Matt is so fat, the definition fails him
When he walks into a sumo ring, the crowd just HAILS him!
I got an idea, let�s count his chins
Or trace the mile long stretch marks on his skin
Whoa! Check out how much food he just ate!
I ain�t playin�, Matt, ya need to lose weight!
Okay, let�s not forget about Tim
How could I write a song without making fun of him?
Sorry, boy, but you�s nothin� but a beaner
You suck up tacos like a vacuum cleaner
Like a corset, you�re wearin� clothes that are way too tight
When you wear your hair down, it still quadruples your height!
And what�s up your his BO, you smell like a trash can
Well what should I expect from a dirty Mexican
So you think you�re royalty, huh Matt?
Ha ha, Dutch. What�s up with that?
So, what? You�re actually proud of your history?
Of cheap, dumb Dutchmen, to me, that�s a mystery
Tim, you�re the one on drugs
With your tight t-shirts, and you�re hair full of bugs
Matt, all you know how to do is talk crap
That is the reason that I�m writing this rap
I just wrote this song, cause I thought you should know
Well, I ain�t got much time, so I�d better go
But don�t worry, I�ll be back, to write a part 2
Matt and Tim, I hate you both, so fuck both of you!
